Daria couldn't shake her suspicions. She'd learned not to underestimate her instincts, especially as her powers evolved. But she decided that there was nothing that could be done and Kitty would be safe with Mike.

"Actually, that's a beautiful image, artistically speaking." Daria nodded and stood to grab her pajamas from a drawer.

"'Artistically speaking?' Is that like how a Picasso is a 'beautiful' work of art?" he teased, pulling out a t-shirt to sleep in.

Daria stuck her tongue out at him and slapped at his legs with her tail.

"You're such a nutcase. I meant beautiful like how you think I'm pretty and I think I'm a freak with a tail. Perspectives perspectives."

"I don't 'think' you're beautiful, you are beautiful. The tail is just a hot accessory that completes the package," he answered with a grin, pulling the thin shirt over his head and grabbing for a pair of pajama pants.

Daria rolled her eyes and laughed. She was already wearing her camisol and boy shorts and she hopped on the bed.


"Ok, sure whatever. My point is...I don't even remeber. Too tired to think." she laughed.

Mike grinned, climbing in after her. "Fair enough. Thinking is overrated anyway," he said, laying on his side and smiling off at her.

The lights turned off with a 'click,' leaving the room lit by moonlight.

"I love it when you do that." she grinned instinctivly turning to him and snuggling.

"Did Tricity get back okay?" she asked casually.

"Yep, it was an uneventful trip... y'know, aside from traipsing through sewers. We met the hag, she told us what she knew, and showed us a sewer access into the museum. Then we came back."

"And I assume that the girls weren't too hard on you while I was gone?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. It was a somewhat cold night, but he hadn't noticed until he had her pressed up against him. Poor thing feels freezing...

Daria was in fact very cold. She had been so tired that she hadn't noticed. She hadn't acquired the powers of a cat that would allow herself to warm up on her own. Suddenly the blankets beneath them teleported over them.

"Better" she mumbled purring. "No, we went to the park, I drew them, we made pizza...sarah ate it. Dafi got stuck in the fridge and ate half a bag of chopped carrots. I think I broke the 'don't give Sarah too much sugar' rule but it stopped the awkward questions so....I think we had a good day." she chuckled slightly to herself. "I'd definitly choose those cuties over a chick with serpents for hair who lives in the sewer."

"Hm, I can't say I argue. But it's all right... next time I'm in the sewers with a snake lady, I'll have much better company with me," he grinned, kissing the back of her neck. "So what awkward questions had Sarah not covered yet? I was so sure she'd hit every possible sensative subject."

Daria purred a bit loudly.

"Um. I didn't even give it much thought. I suppose there aren't alot of questions she could ask. Except for "So...you have to 'do it' like a cat too?"" Daria laughed loudly at the thought of her reaction to it.

Mike just shook his head. "If she's like this now, just imagine how bad it'll get when she's sixteen," he half-groaned. He huddled Daria closer, "God, if it's cold like this on a June night, just imagine how December's going to be..."

Daria laughed.

"Yeah, i know, I'm gonna freeze my tail off." she thought for am moment, then wrapped her tail around his left leg. "But we'll just have to keep eachother warm"

"Mmmm... I like that thought," he yawned, snuggling against her and getting comfortable.

"Goodnight baby," he said tiredly, his voice trailing off as he dozed off.

"Good night, hunny" She whispered sweetly as she fell asleep as well.


It had been a while since Daria had dreamed. Since she hadmet Mike she hadn't really had many nightmares. Perhaps the stress got to her. They say dreams are your mind's way of sorting out the thoughts in your subconcious. Perhaps Daria had a lot more on her Mind then she wished to admit.

The thought of the stone made everything glow green in the dream. Especially her. As usual, in her dreams she didn't have her ears or tail, or her powers. She was her old self. At the moment, she didn't even notice that she was normal again. She was on top of a builidng, looking down into a park. This all seemed familiar. Like when she....


Walking below wasa couple, they were holding hands and laughing. Daria recognized that laugh, that laugh was Sean's laugh. Her Sean's laugh. She leaned over the edgo of the buidling which then became a tree. She was right above them now. And she wanted to call out to him.